“About eighteen, I fancy.”
“Just the age. And she rides well, I think you said?”
“Admirably. Tom Forster keeps the best pack of hounds in the country, and she goes out with them.”
“I only see one objection. Her brother does not belong to our religion.”
“But she does,” rejoined the earl.
“Then you cannot do better than make choice of her.”
“Even if I were to take your majesty's advice, it does not follow I should be accepted.”
“Bah! the Earl of Derwentwater is not likely to be refused.”
“Dorothy Forster will wed no one she does not love. Nor would I wed her unless certain I had won her heart.”
“Have you any doubt upon the point, cousin?”